Martyrs, Blasphemizers And The Sick Lyrics
fruits of thy collective madnessmurderous legends and passions without reasonInferior beingsthat before thy ignoranceadore a godthat giveth thee the strength to surviveLiving in a full material planethat every day weareth the wayThy ignorance maketh blood to flowChildren of the FleshSwine! what fault was it of minethat in no god I did believeConsecrated templesloaded down with goldOpen the doors for the worldshow thy hidden libraryprove that god does not existand that everything is a farceBlaze a trail within thy brainsdraw learning from within thyselvescome to know the Astral Planecome to know there is no godStarving Scabs!Rot in the hell created by thy souls‘cause catch me thou shall notI’m outsideI’m out of thy reachThy faith is thy prison and defeatI, from here, will put and end to the foulness of religionSwine!
Atman Martyrs, Blasphemizers And The Sick
